Sloth

They call me the sloth

Way down in the ghetto

Italian spaghetti

Singing falsetto

Sleeping all day

Rip van winklin'

Spend my nights in bars

Glasses tinklin'





I'm so bad

He's so nasty

Ain't got no friends

Real outcasty

Stay out of my way

Or you'll end up a cripple

I'll take this piece of paper

And slice your nipple





They call me the sloth

Way down in the ghetto

Italian spaghetti

Singing falsetto

Sleeping all day

Rip van winklin'

Spend my nights in bars

Glasses tinklin'











Colonel forbin stared at the fourteen bars that stood at the end of the cell. he ran his hand across the cold, damp dungeon wall and thought again about the door. he had traveled through the door out of necessity. once he knew it existed, he simply couldn't leave it alone. just like wilson. just like tela. just like errand wolfe. and he sat in the dungeon, and he realized that he was back again through the door. and through the tiny window in the corner of his cell, he heard the distant strains.



Errand

Errand

Errand

Errand





And from atop the mountain icculus looked down on all that went on below him. and he smiled.




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